Creepin' Me Out

Oh no. Hes looking at me
Mr. juice monkey, tatted out
Just another wannabe
Got that look on his face
Spot it a mile away
Hes got to get in, get on, get out
And get back to the chase

And now hes asking me for my number

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Youre the kind of guy that could make me like girls
Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I stayed home
Youre the kind of guy makes me wish I wore more clothes
Youre the kind of guy Ill never put in my phone
So quit asking me for my number
Youre creepin me out

No I dont want to dance
And I can buy my own drink
If youre a big deal, big man
Then why you such a little dink

Quit asking me for my number

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Give me a break seriously you havent got a clue
If they had a dirt bag contest then the winner would be you
Uh Huh

Na na na na na na na na na nah
You better go ht the bricks cuz I just might
Lose my heels, hold my rings, Im not playing nice
Do you really want to take this outside
Dont think I wont kick your ass in a fist fight

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